Daily Archives: March 4, 2016

Womanhood, wood by Leanne Bridgewater

I am not a silent poet

a woman’s hands
a gland, a glide of the
hiding hand
a woman’s neck
is hidden
land of the wild
strokes from some collar, cut
fresh from the pleasures
of the woman’s gland
in the hand’s stroke
is a glad neck
to be in the neck of the
neck of the womanhood, wood.

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Countries And State Of Being by Kushal Poddar

I am not a silent poet

The blank wall behind
my headboard
opens its lotus petals

while countries close
their doors and windows.
This is noontime, writes
Sammy from West.

How can I answer him
from this state of being?
I turn and fences peel apart.
I stroll and trees pull me within,
and shells curl away
into nothing, into silence,
blank, throbbing black.

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Cardboard Biographies by Debra Roberts

I am not a silent poet

This is a story. It is not pulp fiction, written to wring momentary empathy from us so that we can feel good about ourselves — our station, our comforts, our meager charity. This is a cold reality I see regularly, and have seen regularly for the past seven years.
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Nebraska and Kansas are magnets, mid-trek stopping points for the long migration coast to coast — not only for migratory birds, but for human beings, too. These two states are center plate of the big melting pot, the Bible belt, the Bread Basket of the world; and I witness the unfolding of a hundred sad stories, as semi-annually, many make their trek from east to west and west to east, each and all chasing friendlier climates.
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I watch as a reality show flickers upon the screen of an unkind truth. Again, today, I witness the brutality of…

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